"Macdonald and Louis, are you both crazy!?"

Klimt questioned angrily, and the Sage Double-Pronged Spear in his hand slammed into the ground in front of him like a scepter.

"Knock".

It was obviously a light and delicate type of spear, and the man with the gun was not a strong warrior, but under the supernatural power, the sound of the spear slamming into the ground was shocking enough.

[Miracle Force]!

A shockwave of white light, with Klimt's hands holding the double-pronged gun as the center of the ball, expanded like a spread without dead ends!

This is the miracle that the priesthood with weapons in hand has mastered at the beginning of their learning careers.

It can bounce off nearby enemies, as well as bounce away things like missiles and arrows.

Klimta was the archbishop, and when he used it, the white shockwave wiped out almost all the fireballs in the area.

But he's just one person after all.

Louis and MacDonald on the other side had not yet used high-level spells, but the number of such a priest alone was difficult enough.

Fireballs seemed to fill the field of vision, fluttering down in this church hall!

Even with the grandeur of a secluded church, it seems crowded at this time.

The maggots who were out of the range of Klimt's [Force] and could not be taken care of were killed instantly because of their slow movements.

Their fat limbs blackened and burst under the fireball, blasting out bodily fluids and minced flesh.

Then the pain drove them to twist and roll on the ground like real maggots.

But even so, the belief in the Mother of Birth Again did not make them retreat in the slightest.

"For Rosalia!"

The maggots shouted, trying to crawl through the fireball rain, then risking increasing the area of the leak to straighten up and launch their own [miracle] counterattack below.

And for professional fighters, although these fireballs are dense, they can't make them attrition.

Leonard seems to be a good magician.

He also had a small staff stuck in his waist, and the same blue light as the magicians Lan had ever seen.

Then, after he shook the staff, a large blue spear erupted from the staff's head.

The huge blue light spear, the thickness alone was enough to make half the body of an ordinary person, and all the fireballs on the path were exploded, and finally exploded in the crowd of priests.

It didn't seem to be a magic that could deal physical damage, and the clerics who were hit by the attack immediately went limp.

However, neither their flesh nor their clothes showed the slightest sign of physical damage.

Magic that has impact but doesn't cause physical damage and hurts the soul?

Lan thought to himself.

The soul of this world is born only after the first fire appears.

Therefore, the connection with intelligent life is very close, and it is very easy to contact and study.

At least it's easier to produce fruit than the Magical Middle Ages.

Among the warriors next to him, a knight covered in pins and needles was using his dexterous body to dodge the fireball.

And Clayton, the thunder axe knight who was spurned by Siris and even wanted to do it, now also shows disgusting characteristics.

He directly lifted the corpse of a maggot beside him and blocked it in front of him.

Lan had no doubt that if a living maggot was closer to him, he would do the same.

It's a disgusting hap indeed.

Lan En was now able to treat maggots as normal people.

And this guy's behavior is almost like putting friendly troops in the hole of a gun on the battlefield.

But now is not the time to fix him.

"Rub rub~"

A sharp and crisp sound of breaking through the air sounded, and the clear sword light flickered in Lan En's hand a few times, and the fireball that shot towards him was instantly cut in half.

After losing its overall structure, the fireball can only quickly disappear in the air, leaving behind a non-lethal heat wave.

The clergy's dull fireballs ended up causing a lot of damage to maggots who were also immobile.

But these forces aren't the only ones in the secluded church.

"Woohoo!"

Rusted under the iron mask on his face, a roar erupted that made the air ripple!

The two giants walked towards this place with heavy steps.

They were symbols of slavery, and the chains and shackles on their limbs rattled in the process.

"I command you in your capacity as the White Archbishop! Stop it! ”

Klimt shouted hoarsely.

The giants don't seem to have a high IQ, or are simply delirious.

They are not corrupted by the dark power, they are just obeying the identity of the White Sect.

The identity of Klimt is useful, but there are also white archbishops opposite, or two.

So Klimt's orders could only send one giant back to where he had been, and the other roared and rushed over.

"Traitor! Traitor! ”

Leonard said hatefully.

And MacDonald seemed to want to see them in such an impotent rage, and the fat archbishop laughed merrily below.

Nearly twenty meters tall, his arms are big enough to touch all the places on this second-floor terrace!

"My lord, please don't eat the giant yet, let him open the way for us."

Archbishop Louis suddenly shouted respectfully to the bottom of the second-floor terrace.

There was also a large puddle of black mud wriggling.

The echo of the soul echoed throughout the gloomy church, mingling with the shouts of the people to kill, pray, and spell breaking, making the filthy, viscous sound seem ethereal.

"I don't eat or eat the soul of giants. I'm going to eat people's souls. The soul of God! ”

[Salary King], [Secluded Sage]. Lane didn't have a clear idea of how strong Eldridge was with these names.

But even so, as soon as the echo of Eldridge's soul came out, the terrifying and profound nature of his power was enough to make people tremble!

It's not a psychological sense of oppression, but a real, powerful sense of oppression!

Lan En was fine, just dizzy in the echo of this soul. It seems that the [Holy Verse Gland] in his brain can easily withstand this kind of pressure.

The other powerful fighters were clearly not as good as him, but they were able to hold on.

However, some fighters obviously did not survive.

"Uhh!!h

They screamed and covered their heads, and at the same time blood flowed from their ears and eyes, more and more blood, until. Eyes glow red!

The priests below were unresponsive to Eldridge's voice.

As someone who has a deep understanding of the Dark Church, Lane understands that this is the contagious power of the Dark Spirit.

The Secluded Chapel is a funerary chapel built by Los Ric to deal with the undead.

The dangerously dark blood of the undead is poured into the deep lake behind the church after the purification ceremony.

It seems to be a method found in ancient texts: to suppress the darkness in the blood with deep water.

But as the years passed, the blood in the deep lake accumulated.

Eventually, Archbishop MacDonald found [human sediment] in the lake.

It is said that in front of the [human heart sediment], no matter how deep it is, it will be dwarfed.

Too deep, too dark.

MacDonald even claimed with joy at the time: The abyss of the world lies here!

So in the church, where Eldridge had been imprisoned and where he was buried in the ashes of his burning, the power and knowledge of the darkness were once again seduced.

Secludedness is not only a kind of strength, but also a natural accompaniment to knowledge and faith.

This power chases people's minds and wants to imbue them with knowledge and faith.

As a result, even the determined priesthood became followers of Eldridge.

"Click!"

Leonard's crescent moon curved sword, the crescent-like inner arc hooked the neck of a warrior with red eyes, and then pulled mercilessly.

The goddess knight endured the discomfort of his brain and heart while cleaning up a ghostly infected.

"Can't hesitate!"

He shouted around him.

"Whoever has a problem will deal with it immediately!"

Just because of Eldridge's words, the fighters who had not been reduced in the first place, with those who were killed by Leonard, were executed internally at once!

And the bad news doesn't stop there.

"Poof!"

"Ah!!h

Screams rang out close to the walls of the terrace.

Lane and Leonard turned back at the same time.

I saw only a warrior who had unconsciously retreated to the wall in the confrontation because of timidity, and was suddenly caught by a thin figure falling from the sky, holding a small scythe-like weapon.

Jumping directly from a high place, with not enough strength to match the momentum of the fall, the thin armor at the neck was opened, and blood was spurted!

It was a slave in a dark church, thin and short, and looked like a magical medieval evil spirit.

He was only half a man tall, his limbs were thin, and his belly was unhealthy round and bulging. He wears a peaked hood with only two eye holes on his head.

Lane didn't even know if the slaves were human or not, as they never uttered any meaningful words when they met them on a regular basis.

It's just a squeaky wow.

And now, whether they are human or not, they are clearly dark believers.

With a "bang", Lane finally saw the true use of Leonard's crescent sword today.

With Leonard's power, a layer of turquoise glow was attached to the knife, and then the blade was flicked, and this glow became a substantial blade that could fly out.

The turquoise flying blade pulled a conspicuous trail in the air and slashed at the slave's neck.

Crisp and neat, the thin neck was cut in two.

Then a small slave crawled up the wall, but the knights, who were already on guard, became more difficult to attack.

The knight, covered in pins and needles, just raised his shield.

The slave who pounced from above was pierced into his shield with thorns.

Like a punctured blood bag, it hung on a spiked shield and dripped.

There was a fireball of clergy in the distance, and the giants were approaching nearby, and Eldridge was just waiting for him to open the passage before rushing up.

And above the walls, the climbing slaves also carried cruel small arms, ready to bathe in blood.

The situation became very bad, after all, the proportion of fighters in this team gathered by Kremta was less than a quarter.

But it's getting worse.

(End of chapter)